Tch.
A bunch of heartless old coots.
He had misjudged them.
And here he was feeling all sentimental.
Turns out he was just being sentimental all by himself.
Yi Feng was filled with resentment—was this all those years of camaraderie amounted to?
"Hey, I said I'm about to die, and you're not even slightly worried?" Yi Feng asked with a darkened face, unable to hold back.
"Should... should we be sad?" The old man paused mid-move with his chess piece, exchanging glances with the others before looking back at Yi Feng.
"Shouldn't you?" Yi Feng replied gravely.
The group froze for a moment before quickly snapping into character.
"Woo, may Mr. Yi have a smooth journey to the underworld."
"Safe travels, sir."
"Mhm, we're all very sad about Mr. Yi's passing."
The old men theatrically lifted their sleeves to dab at their dry eyes.
"Could you be any faker?"
Yi Feng's face darkened further.
Fine.
He'd misjudged them.
Coming here to say goodbye was a waste of time. Fuming, he turned on his heel and stormed off, hands clasped behind his back.
"Take care, sir."
They nodded as Yi Feng left, then immediately refocused on their chess game, chatting idly.
"What do you think Mr. Yi is up to this time?" one old man couldn't help but ask.
"Who knows? He says he's gonna die—so let him die. What's the big deal?" another replied.
"Exactly! As if he could actually die!"
"Probably just bored again. We'll get used to it. Stay calm. Even if he said he was gonna crush the sun in the sky, that's not our problem."
"Well said. Let's just carry on as usual."
"Enough of this. I'm off to buy melons from Granny Wang."
"Me too. Gonna get half a bucket of manure from the nightsoil collector to fertilize my vegetables..."
After leaving the street, Yi Feng continued his quest for a way to die.
Jumping off a cliff?
He could fly.
Drowning in the sea?
He could swim.
In the end, he tied a boulder to himself and plunged into the ocean.
Blub blub...
Dragged down by the weight, Yi Feng sank to the seabed.
A minute passed—Yi Feng blinked.
A quarter-hour passed—he blew a bubble.
Two hours later, he yawned, dozed off, and slept for a full day.
When he woke up, he simply swam back up.
His drowning attempt officially ended in failure.
"Seems normal suicide methods don't work for me," Yi Feng muttered. "Guess that's what happens when you're this strong."
"Better cut to the chase—find someone to kill me!"
Just as the thought crossed his mind, he spotted Lu DaSheng in the distance, carrying buckets of manure.
"Perfect. You'll do."
Yi Feng grinned and flew toward him.
"Greetings, sir."
Lu DaSheng bowed respectfully.
"At ease. Need a favor." Yi Feng pulled out a knife and tossed it to the ground.
"Go on, stab me," Yi Feng said.
"Wha—?!"
Lu DaSheng was so startled he dropped his manure buckets and fell to his knees, kowtowing frantically.
"Sir, whatever wrong I've done, please forgive me!"
"I swear on my life, I’d never dare harm you!"
"If you doubt my loyalty, kill me yourself! I could never raise a hand against you!"
His forehead thudded against the dirt as he pleaded.
"What the—?!"
Yi Feng's face darkened. He crouched down to explain.
"Misunderstanding. You know how strong I am, right? I'm cultivating a divine technique—'break to rebuild.' Can't do it myself, so I need you to stab me. No hard feelings."
"Sir, I beg you, I’d never disrespect you like this!"
Lu DaSheng wasn’t listening, too busy kowtowing like his life depended on it, convinced he’d somehow offended Yi Feng.
"Ugh, you—"
Seeing Lu DaSheng like this, Yi Feng sighed.
Then again, he’d been too abrupt. Handing someone a knife and asking to be stabbed would scare anyone.
Next time, he’d explain properly.
Nodding to himself, Yi Feng abandoned Lu DaSheng and sped off to find Old Man Wang.
The old man might be aged, but he could still wield a blade.
More importantly, he was sensible. If Yi Feng explained clearly, he’d probably cooperate.
Yi Feng arrived at Old Man Wang’s house.
Tea was already steeping.
They sat facing each other.
"What brings you here, sir?" Old Man Wang asked.
"Right. I’m cultivating a divine technique—'break to rebuild.'" Learning from his earlier mistake, Yi Feng laid out his reasoning carefully.
After explaining in detail, he placed a dagger on the table.
"So, do me a favor—kill me."
Yi Feng said it with utter seriousness.
Then he clenched his teeth and shut his eyes.
Old Man Wang glanced at the knife, then at Yi Feng’s closed eyes.
His expression was... complicated.
Sir was...
Well-meaning.
And powerful.
But not the sharpest tool in the shed.
How clueless did you have to be to make such a request?
Even if Yi Feng sat still and let him stab with all his might—would it even leave a scratch?
After a long wait, Yi Feng opened his eyes.
"Why haven’t you done it yet?"
Old Man Wang stayed silent.
Just stared at him.
With respect... and a hint of "are you stupid?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
